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Come All You Loyal Lovers Come all you loyal lovers, I'd have you to draw near And listen unto these few lines that I have written here And while these lines I do write the salt tears I have felt Lamenting for my own true love, who was slain in Atenveldt My hands they are so feeble now, my pen I scarce can hold My heart is full of sorrow now, my troubles are untold I mourn just like a true turtledove, my heart beats a heavy knell For now, alas, he lies dead, on the field in Atenveldt I wish that I'd been near my love, that day upon the field All for to save his dear heart's blood, his weapons I would wield With his sword and shield in hand his enemies I would fell For I'd kill the man who slew my love on the field in Atenveldt I wish that I were an eagle, I'd fly into the air All for to lose my labors and all to find him there I would become like some little bird, my flight both true and fell Until I found my own darling boy, on the field in Atenveldt AJS